call it cliché
[ but I love when you get me roses
deep vermillion and cherry pinks
gets me blushing like a schoolgirl
petals wilting slowly like ageing wine ]

call it cliché
[ but I love those cheap hotel robes
twirling with my hair still wet
the air conditioning on just right
singing last decade's tunes to you ]

call it cliché
[ but I love those violent thunderstorms
feeling sunny on a rainy day
curled up by the fireplace
sipping honey tea, a little warm ]

call it cliché
[ but I love diamonds and vintage clothes
silver rings against my sunkissed knuckles
thrifting frayed denim and floral prints
into old era dreamy dresses ]

call it cliché
[ but I love midnight coffee runs
driving with the windows down
fingers tangled in your hair
blasting music into the oblivion ]

call it cliché
[ but I love your butterfly kisses
leaving me starstruck and dazed
soft lips on my tender flesh
giving me aphrodisiac highs ]